Beautiful Fellony Poem by Bhawana Bhowmik

Did I think to live my life,
like I have lived till date?
Did I plan to be this?

How unpredictable me is to me?
How meaningless my desires and plans
Have proved to be.

The power is an illusion cause we are driven by situations.
Dreams are mere deviations cause there are a million variations.
For destiny and the course for all is set in stone
You can plan endlessly but will reach the destiny alone.

I wonder what power do I hold above anything?
How foolish it was to dream, plan and predict.
This is a beautiful felony and the myth is ME.